Please Don't Forget Me

Chapter 6 - Struggling To Breathe

Stiles and Lydia arrived at her house quickly as they suddenly come to a brief stop outside her large white front door. "Oh shit. I'm such an idiot, how did I not realise!" Lydia exclaimed out of nowhere, as Stiles gave her a confused look. "Wait what? What's the matter?" He asked her, stepping closer slightly, as she pointed at the door in frustration. "I don't have my keys, I don't have anything!" She complained loudly at him, "this was a completely wasted journey, I'm sorry. I swear I'm just useless right now!" She sighed harshly, as she turned back toward the jeep. "Hey hey! No don't say that, it's okay don't worry about it look, look..." he raised his arms up at her before heading over to a little red gnome statue that sat at the start of the lawn near the door. He bend down to it, lifting up it's little red hat to collect a key from underneath. He got back up, holding the key up to her with a smile as she looked utterly confused. He walked back over to her confidently as he pointed at the small key. "How the hell did you know that was there? And how didn't I know it was there?" She asked with a surprised laugh as he shrugged in response, opening the door with it. "You put it there a year or so ago in case of 'emergencies'. I guess this would definitely class as an emergency." He joked lightly as she looked utterly stunned. "And I told you, we know each other very well." He smirked at her, winking playfully as they entered the large mansion.

Stiles closed the door behind them as Lydia padded through the empty house. He watched her carefully as she looked around passing around the living room. She looked deep in thought as she stared at the photographs that lay around the fireplace. "Lyds? Are you okay!" He asked her cautiously as he stepped closer, shifting lightly on his feet. "Erm yeah I just...it's a little strange being here, I don't even recognise some of these pictures...I don't recognise this sofa...my mind feels so full of these feelings but I just can't understand them. It's like they are all scrambled in my head along with my emotions but I can't seem to match them up...am I even making any sense?" She laughed humourlessly as she turned to face him more, like she felt stupid for even saying it. "Yeah of course, but it will take time Lydia, just listen to your heart, you'll figure it all out eventually, you always do." He gave her a pretty smile, his voice soft, as she paused for a moment, like something he did reminded her of something but she quickly thought against mentioning it. "Yeah...I'll try. I'll just go grab some stuff..." she pointed upstairs as he nodded understandingly. He waited patiently while she headed upstairs, he looked around at the photographs near the fireplace, smiling fondly as he remembered when some of them were taken. One of them being a picture from the year book, a candid of him, Lydia, Scott and Malia taken on the same day he got taken by the wild hunt. He traced his finger over it lightly, sighing at how happy the all looked, how close Lydia sat with him. It seemed like forever ago now, they all had no idea of what was coming, so blissfully ignorant. He missed those days.

"Stiles?" Lydia's voice called out to him, catching him by surprise and dragging him out of his thoughts for the second time that day as he quickly spun around to face her. She chuckled at him, a large pink bag now slung over her shoulder as she came down the last few steps. He let out a small awkward laugh as he came back over to her. "Y-you ready to set off?" He stammered slightly as she gave him a sweet smile with a nod as they finally set back off. The journey back to his house was quiet as they both seemed lost in their own thoughts. Once they parked back up, Stiles was surprised to see none other than his Dad's car parked out front. After helping her out the jeep, he let her into the house and called out for his dad. "Stiles?" The sheriff emerges from the kitchen just like he did when he caught them making out only a week before. "Oh hey guys! Lydia! It's lovely to see you. I'm glad you're feeling better." He chimed cheerfully as Stiles gave him weak smile. Lydia came to stand close next to him, as she seemed almost shy and unsure in front of his dad. "Thank you Sir." She replied timidly as Noah gave her a worried looking smile. "Oh um call me Noah okay? I really hope you feel at home here." She nods at his kind words before excusing herself to go to the bathroom, taking her bag up with her as she went. Stiles padded slowly into the kitchen, sighing loudly before he sat down. The sheriff stared at him sympathetically. "How is she?" He asked as Stiles placed his head onto the table, closing his eyes briefly before sitting back up. "Still the same Dad...I-I don't really know what to do. I mean what if she never remembers me? What if I never get her back?" He cried sadly as Noah sat down next to his son, giving him a comforting pat on his back as he exhaled harshly.